Remember the Old Home Place Forever

As southerners we want to hold onto to everything. And, sometimes we don't have the resources and time moves on. Only the memories remain and the stories we pass down to our children about our elders and our childhoods.

What memories are more special than those of the old home place. It may be the house you grew up in, or maybe your Grandmother's house or the farm where you spent every summer. It could be that old lake house or river house or beach house. No one but you and your family can appreciate what that porch swing brings to mind, or that old truck in the barn, or the fence going down the drive.

Here is a way to preserve those memories forever.

Several years ago I took my 75 year old mother to a family reunion that was held at her old family home place. We were lucky in that some cousins had lovingly cared for the place and as I sat in the yard eating fried chicken and potato salad, it was just like being there 40 years ago.

I went back and photographed the place and presented my mother with a book of the pictures. She went through the book, page by page, reminiscing over times she had spent there visiting her grandparents, playing with her cousins, and enjoying holidays with her family. Since then my mother has passed away. But, I captured the magic of the home place forever. Who knows the place may burn down tomorrow.

Let me capture that magic for your family.
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The Brass Tacks (or How to Get it Done)

If you are interested in preserving a memory for generations to come I think you will be very surprised at how little it will cost to have your precious memories saved for generations to come by a professionally produced photographic book.

I like to work with every one on an individual basis because each project is a work in progress. Often we end up finding more than we thought was there. (Memories fade until we return home and are reunited - briefly- with the past.)

Just email me at homeplacememories@gmail.com I always enjoy hearing from folks and am happy to answer questions.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Saturday, August 13, 2011

That Old Cross Tie Fence

Or maybe you remember that old cross tie fence that meandered by that ancient oak tree and the azaleas  that bloomed each spring.



Friday, August 12, 2011

The Front Gate is Always Open

The front gate is still open - although is may need a "little" work. 



Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Sometimes, It's the Smallest Things

Sometimes it's the odd things we remember, like that small chair that was always on the front porch.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

old place

Some call them "Hoarders", they prefer to call themselves "collectors".


Monday, August 1, 2011